Getting hay for the cows. Sheesh, turn my back for one minute and I'm invaded.
Here's Pearly at 2 1/2 months old. She's very sweet and docile, unlike the feistier Dexter calves.
Naughty bull, climbing the hay bale.
We dehorned Smokey today. My how mama Ruby protested! With those bleepin' horns, that is one dangerous cow. I'm thinking she may be turned into potroast soon. Still, she throws pretty calves.
Obligatory cute Lydia pix.
Greeting Don with enthusiasm.
Watching a squall move in.
The chickens start restlessly moving into their coop. (By the way, the ladder strung across the door is to keep the cows from eating the chicken feed, which they love.)
Here it comes. Wind, rain, some thunder.
Then it was all over. Clear blue sky at sunset.